*The scene opens at Bryant Park in New York City, once again we are looking through the night vision camera from before and from what we can see we are hiding in the shadows that are caused by the numerous trees. As we wait the camera paces back and forth impatiently as waiting for someone. A few more minutes pass and we see a male jogger run by and we hear the faint maniacal laughter as it starts to run and we cut to static. When we come back we see that the jogger is getting a drink from a water fountain and the camera slowly creeps in on him. As we get closer a knife is drawn and raised in the air, prepared to strike at a moment’s notice. We are just an inch away from the jogger and the camera stops, as if waiting for something. The jogger finally stops taking a drink and turns to leave, getting the large hunting knife stuck in his eye. The jogger screams out and jumps back, hitting the water fountain and breaking it from the pipes and both it and the jogger hit the ground. The camera stalks the wounded jogger who is begging for his life and backing up and trying to get away. The jogger turns to his stomach and tries to crawl away but the stalker quickly runs up to the jogger and in one swift motion grabs his head and slits his throat. The blood pours out of the opens wound and the stalker drops him, standing there watching his handy work.*
Voice: When this monster entered my brain, I will never know, but it is here to stay. How does one cure himself? I can't stop it, the monster goes on, and hurts me as well as society. Maybe you can stop him. I can't.
*The camera zooms in on his work, capturing this moment so he can have it forever.*
*We once again hear laughter as the camera turns around and walks off. The scene goes to black.*
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-On Screen-
*The scene slowly fades in on a shot of an Maniac’s gym within Romano Enterprises. Panning around the gym, we see guys smacking into the boxing bags and speed bags. There are some guys on a treadmill, a few even doing some bench presses. After a few moments we switch to a shot of the boxing ring in the centre of the gym. Standing in the middle of the ring, stretching out his arms, is Maniac. Maniac rolls his neck a little, and then turns to the corner, where we see his protégé, Kevin Legacy, is standing.*
Maniac: I thought you said he'd be here by 2.
Kevin Legacy: I did. He's late. Don't know why you sound surprised though, the guy has a reputation as a bit of an asshole.
*Maniac shrugs and starts to do a little shadow boxing. He pauses after a moment or two and starts to hop on the balls of his feet with a slightly worried look on his face.*
Maniac: Well, if he doesn't show it comes out of your paycheck. I entrusted you with a lot of money to hire this guy.
*Kevin goes to retort, but pauses and instead stands up off the ropes and walks towards Maniac.*
Kevin Legacy: He's here.
*Maniac spins around and both men smile as they see UFC fighter, Frank Mir, walk into the gym. Maniac smirks and walks over to the ropes, leans over the top one, and waves Mir over. Frank walks over to the ring, slips his duffel bag off his shoulder, climbs up onto the apron and slaps hands with Maniac. Maniac steps back and Mir gets into the ring, and knuckles fists with Kevin.*
Frank Mir: Sorry I'm late fellas. I was busy counting that giant wad of cash my manager showed me. You must be desperate for training Maniac.
Kevin Legacy: He's not desperate. He just knows that if he's putting so much into this match, he needs some extreme training. And who better to ask, then the man that made Brock tap?
Maniac: Well, we asked Brock, but he said no. Then we asked Silva, and he just dodged the question. Then we asked Chael Sonnen, but he was a little too high to hear us. That’s when Kevin suggested you.
*Frank raises an eyebrow and looks from Maniac to Kevin.*
Frank Mir: Oh gee, I'm touched. I'm your 4th pick.
Maniac: And the most desperate for money too. Still a little sore where Carwin KO'd you?
*Mir goes to respond, but after a moment of silence he just shuts his mouth and shakes his head. There are a few moments of Mir staring at the mat and then he looks up at Manic and shrugs.*
Frank Mir: Yeah, Carwin got me a beauty. And without my training, Heinrich von Richtoven will kick your ass worse than I've ever been beaten. So you want to do this or what?
Maniac: Sure. Let's Gettiton!
*Maniac claps his hands together and walks back to the center of the ring. Mir looks at him in shock for a few moments, and then looks at Kevin who just laughs and pats Frank on the back as Kevin steps out of the ring.*
Kevin Legacy: Go gentle, he has a match in a few days.
*Kevin hops off the apron with a smile, leaving Maniac and Mir in the ring. The camera stays out of the ring, and just watches as Maniac and Frank do a few grappling moves as the scene fades out. After a few moments, the scene opens on a shot of Maniac sitting on a bench, a towel draped around his neck and a bottle of water in his hand. Maniac takes a giant swig from his bottle of water and then sighs and looks towards the camera.*
Maniac: I’m glad to hear that you accepted my offer Heinrich, your cars against my savings and ownership of Romano Enterprises and it’s infinite resources. As fun as that would be I am going to have to withdraw my offer. I would be a fool of a business man to jeopardize everything for a car collection; I need more than that for leverage if we are going high stakes. With that being said I watched your promo and you know you remind me of someone I know. It’s funny actually how much you sound like him, just another man underestimating me, and just how good I can be. And this week, I get you Heinrich. I get not only someone that SOUNDS just like Hans von Richtoven but I got his mother flippin’ BROTHER. Well that’s just fine because I have no problem showing up at Havoc and beating your face down your throat and show you up. See, I know your thinking you have the advantage, being on this roll as of late and me being in a bit of a slump but you know what Hans...I mean Heinrich that is the nature of the game, you win some and you lose some and just because you have been winning more doesn’t guarantee that you are going to beat me at Havoc.
*Maniac stands up and walks over to his locker. He opens it up, and pulls out the replica HWA All-Star and Spotlight Titles, turning and holding it up to the camera with a smirk.*
Maniac: Take a good look Heinrich because soon I won’t need these replicas anymore because after I beat you at Havoc I will have earned a shot at your gold and I will gladly take it off of you AFTER breaking you in half. Take a look around Heinrich. Everyone knows the result to our match, even before that bell rings. Everyone knows I'm better then you. Everyone knows you’re going to fail. HWA is my playground, and the playground of others like Talon and Senester. Come Havoc Heinrich there is nothing, and I mean NOTHING more important to me than beating you and shutting you the f*ck up, I have been training day after day in preparations for our match and when that bell rings I’ll throw everything I have at you, hell I am going to through sh*t at you that you have never seen let alone heard of. While you’re stuck adjusting your pants to hide your growing beer gut, I'm making sure I get the best in custom suits. And while you’re dreaming of beating me I am preparing myself for your slaughter. I know you want to be me Heinrich, and I know you think if, and that’s a big if, you beat me, you'll get my life. But the sad truth is you won't because my life comes from not just being the next unified HWA All-Star and Spotlight Champion, but from being Maniac. I AM The Billionaire Brawler! I AM The Platinum Made Playboy! I AM “The human horror reel”! And this week I am the man who is going to pin you or make you tap in the middle of the ring. And when the smoke clears, and the lights go up, and they show me holding those belts high over your broken and beaten body, there'll be just one more thing for you to realize…VIOLENCE IS GOLDEN!!!
*Maniac gets up and walks off as the scene fades to black.*
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